The River

A Few lines of memory

The river

 

Down the lane not far from home

Across a field where we occasionally roam

There is a river that slowly wends

Along a pace until it bends

It is a bit misty in certain places

In others, you see a reflection of your faces

The wildlife pop along to say hello

Out from the riverbank as you go

The odd fluttering Moorhen or two

Seen to watch just what you do

So as to protect their young chicks

In their nests made of sticks

The river fish scamper about

As they know, someone is about

To them its food that people bring

As into the river bread they fling

Down we walk along the path so still

Sometimes fighting off the winter chill

Or in summer basking out in the Sun

Then everyone is out, it is so much fun

To enjoy an evening stroll it seems

Is part of many a lovers dreams

As arm in arm, they steal a kiss

Our walk is something we never miss

Author's Note

Just a few lines of memory

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I have a real affinity with rivers, we had a boat for years. I liked very much the relaxing feel I got reading your words. The wild life is so interesting to observe and going for a river walk is a wonderful way to unwind after a busy day. We live close to the Thames in Berkshire. I sent you s friend request. Hope that is ok.